Skins

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When you touch
the space in
between
my fingers,

that is love.

When your index
finger circles
the mounds
of bone
on my wrists,

that is love.

When you kiss
my eyelids
or the tip
of my nose
or the corner
of my mouth
when I’m fast
asleep,

that is love.

And when you
gently
press
the skin
in between
my thighs,

that is also love.

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